Cat. #0771 (MFH #364) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on June 25, 1969
VERSE 1
What you gon'na do, Lady Marget's love
An' what'a you gon'na do with me
Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock
Lady Marget, my bride shall see
VERSE 2
She was standing in her hall room door
Combing back her hair
She saw young Willie an' his bride
To th church house they drew nigh
VERSE 3
She threw down her ivory comb
An' soft done up her hair
An' th very next moment Lady Marget was gone
To never return any more
VERSE 4
He went to bed very early that night
He had 'n awful dream
He dreamed he saw Lady Marget's ghost
Stand'n at th fo-ot of his bed
VERSE 5
How do you like your bed, said she
An' how do you like your sheet
How do you like, that pretty little girl
That's in your arms asleep
VERSE 6
Very well, I like my bed, said he
Much better I like my sheet
But th best of all, that pretty little girl
That stands at my bed feet
VERSE 7
He 'rose next morning, very soon
He dressed 'imself in blue
They'll go an' see Lady Marget, once more
An' then return to you
VERSE 8
He rode till he came t' Lady Marget's hall
He rung just one, two, three
No one willing than her kind parents
To rise an' let him in
VERSE 9
Is she in her large cook-room
Or is she in her hall
Or is she there, o there, upstairs
With another merry maiden all
VERSE 10
She's neither in her large cook-room
She's neither in her hall
She's lying there, O there, O there
With th pale cold face to th wall
VERSE 11
Roll down, roll down, that sheet, said he
That's made of linen so fine
An' let me kiss her cold, cold lips
Which oft times has kissed mine
VERSE 12
Roll down, roll down, that sheet said he
That's made of linen so fine
Today lays over Lady Marget's corpse
Tomorrow lay over mine